Song Yaoyao couldn't help marveling that simply going out for a stroll could bring her such strange and varied gossip!
It really did offer a glimpse of every shade of human life!
Song Yaoyao and the others continued browsing the streets.
The temple fair was truly crowded that day. Just then, something unexpected happened: a man coming toward them lunged straight at Song Qingling.
With quick eyes and quicker hands, Song Yaoyao pulled Song Qingling aside. The man hurtled past Song Qingling and kept pitching forward.
Unable to stop his momentum, he crashed hard to the ground.
Song Qingyu and Song Qinghui had already stepped in front of their two younger sisters.
They had wanted to pull Song Qingling away, but everything had happened too quickly for them to act.
Thankfully, Yaoyao had been there. Otherwise, if a strange man had pinned Qingling beneath him in full view of the crowd, her reputation would have been utterly ruined.
At that thought, a savage anger rose in Song Qingyu and Song Qinghui. Both glared furiously at the man on the ground.
The man slowly climbed to his feet.
Just then, several young men approached from behind him. They bowed to Song Yaoyao and the others, and one of them said:
"Young masters, young ladies, we're sorry. Our classmate wasn't watching his step and tripped over something, which sent him falling forward. He truly didn't mean to offend this young lady. Please forgive him."
The man who had fallen limped over as well and said:
"I'm sorry. It was my fault for frightening this young lady..."
As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Song Qingling.
That sight infuriated Song Qinghui even further. He shifted to shield Song Qingling more completely and snapped:
"Where are you looking? Let your eyes wander again,